The smallest of whispers in her ear,
The smallest of smirks on your lips,
In the glass box,
That you have caught her in,
She can be watched for your pleasure.
Her rare smiles are only for you.
If you can find them.
Her palm may rest against the cool material.
The intricate flowers weaved into her locks may bloom.
But in such darkness.
Can such a life survive?
Her purity has cast her aside.
Her heart has declared itself void.
Her sorrows can be sung for centuries,
Her memories may fade.
Tie this token around her wrist.
Bright, lustful red.
That can never be broken.
Your fateful, tangled thread.
Author notes
I chose the Genimi prompt
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Oh ya lol, i forgot to put:
I am gemini, i am life -
nicely penned! a lot o meaning here very good... but please follow the rules...
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